Latest Posts by sirdraken - Page 3
Sometimes I want to pull out my hair and scream through my chest and go back to my primal instincts of raw savagery, because I don't have the words to describe how beautiful she is and no camera can ever justify her worth. If only she could see...
There's a sort of goodbye that comes with 17.
All questions of 'who do you want to be when you grow up' turn to 'who are you becoming now?' 17 is young, 17 is old. It's everything you wanted. It's everything you despised. It's messy and ruthless and full of grief at times. And 17 is scary as hell because now you know that you finally have to say goodbye to childhood.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned (source)
It's just how different suffering can look and feel. You see movies and shows where you see a character in pain but the lens makes it pretty, the suffering is beautiful and then you look at yourself and nothing about your pain is pretty, nothing is worth looking at. So you tell yourself this is not real- that your pain and your agony don't really exist and you're just being dramatic but if you could see what you feel, would you still be so harsh on yourself?
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
Words carry so much weight in my heart, pls watch what u say 2 me i’ll remember it forever
if youre "career driven" fucking grow up. im hanging out driven. im goofin off driven. im grabbin a bite driven
// I can’t get over you //
“Oh, to be in love…
…with someone capable of loving me.”
i dont want my entire life to revolve around work
when the stars wrote back by trista mateer
Moon and sun in 19th century paintings.
Луна и солнце на картинах 19го века
[image description: a ten page comic starring saiki kusuo from the disastrous life of saiki k and anya forger from spy x family.
1: a shot of the both of them walking. They are talking with telepathy.
2: anya, telepathically: do all telepaths have pink hair?
saiki, telepathically: no
anya: oh… are you a spy?! (Next to this thought is a drawing of loid forger)
saiki: no.
anya: an assassin?! (next to this thought is a drawing of yor forger)
saiki: hey, aren’t these your parents?
anya hesitates to answer.
3: saiki: I… am a normal high school student.
anya: what?! how?! You have telepathy! your life has to be exciting!
saiki: I prefer when it’s not. I don’t like telling people that I’m an esper.
4: anya think about this for a moment, before going wide eyed.
anya: does that mean you have to kill me?!
saiki: what? no?
5: saiki: why would I have to kill you.
anya: because i know about your telepathy?
saiki: watch other cartoons
anya, looking shocked: How- it’s not from a cartoon. (She is thinking of a cartoon, where someone says “you found out my secret! Die!”)
saiki: you’re replaying the episode in your head right now.
6: saiki: it seems like a better show than cyborg ciderman no. 2 at least.
anya: cyborg ciderman?
saiki: don’t watch that either.
anya: if you don’t like telling people about it (his telepathy)… do some people already know?
7: saiki thinks of his mom, aiura, toritsuka, and akechi.
saiki: a couple classmates, my family. some found out on their own.
Anya: how did it go?
8: saiki: maybe a little too well. they never stop bugging me now.
anya: really?
saiki: really.
anya looks shocked, then says: I haven’t told anyone.
saiki: you don’t have to
anya: i know, but…
9: a shot of both of them walking, this time in silence.
10: saiki: hey, if you haven’t told anyone, did you make your psychic limiters yourself?
anya: what are psychic limiters?
saiki: the cones one your head?
anya: heh. ive fooled you. These are just hair pins!
saiki: why do they look like that.
anya: I don’t know
End ID]
psiprise encounter
I love those friends that get angrier abt situations you’re in than you do
Zhang Jiuling, ed. by Jane Portal, from Chinese Love Poetry; “Looking at the moon and longing for a distant lover”
They leave and act like it never happened and they come back and act like they never left
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights.
Art~ Safet Zec, 1943.
T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland.
“If you love a flower, don’t pick it. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.”
— Osho
“Wasn’t friendship its own miracle, the finding of another person who made the entire lonely world seem somehow less lonely? Wasn’t this house, this beauty, this comfort, this life a miracle?”
— Hanya Yanagihara, from A Little Life
how do i feel? i feel like giving up bro
I can’t live without her (…) I couldn’t live with her either.
Franz Kafka, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka 1910-1923; “February 14, 1914”
if we did ask ourselves would the answer even matter we are a person as viewed by the ones around us they make us real otherwise all this could be just a dream
we are reduced to asking others what we are. we never dare to ask ourselves
Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Discourse on Inequality
Me in love
